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leafs-lover · 3 years ago

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“Is there some space left in that bathtub” “do you like what you see” "You know I always do" “I could make you feel better” “you’re so cute when you blush” from this prompt list

Established relationship x Auston Matthews from this prompt list. Smutty themes but nothing explicit

Leaving work you are beat. It was seven understaffed hours. Seven hours of being called 'excuse me’ or ‘miss.’ Seven hours of being flagged down. Seven hours of college frat boys flirting with you, seven hours of politely laughing or smiling at the customers terrible jokes.

On top of that, the Leafs were playing, making the downtown bar even busier than normal. Boisterous laughter, over packed crowds flooding the bar. You couldn't wait for it to end.

Your head is pounding. Your feet are killing you, the mandatory heels leaving their mark on your toes. The slush on the sidewalk cools your toes, easing the pain from the straps suffocating your toes. Normally you would change your shoes, but when your shift ended all you wanted was to get home.

Well not home. Your apartment is on the other side of town, 45 minutes on the TTC. But to your boyfriends apartment which is less than ten minutes away.

You know he isn't home yet, the Leafs had a great game, and he scored two goals. He will be tied up with a post-game treatment, time on the bike and media interviews, but you don't care. You miss him and want to see him, so that is where you are going.

Hood pulled over your head, zipper up as high as it goes to protect you from the chilled Toronto air, you make your way down the crowded streets. Laughter and excitement surrounding you, the city on a high from the win tonight. Unlocking the door and stepping in you are instantly met with an eager pup jumping around your feet.

"Hey Felix," you bend down, scratching behind the ears of the miniature Australian Bernadoodle. A warm tongue hits your cheek, turning your head you laugh slightly, embracing his welcome.

"Oh I missed you too buddy," you smile and he whines in response. Kicking your heels off, you swap them with a pair of converse. They won't fare much better in slushy conditions, but it won't be long, just a quick walk with Felix at this time of night.

By the time you are back, your feet are wet and frozen, making your entire body chilled. Heading to his closet, you pull out some of his clothes that will easily engulf your frame. Grey track pants, a Leafs sweater; a white 34 embroidered on the breast and a pair of thick fuzzy socks. But you know it won’t be enough to warm you to your core, so you head to his bathroom.

Steam fills the bathroom as you set up a playlist, music plays softly through the Bluetooth speaker. Stripping your clothes off, they land in a pile on the floor, your lavender bath bomb quickly changing the water colour. Climbing into the tub, Felix finds a spot on the floor beside you, your hand gently scratching his head, allowing the warm water to both warm your body and soothe your soul. Eyes gently flutter closed, you sink into the warmth, the stress from your day slowly fading away.

“Y/N?” Auston calls out, stepping into his bedroom. “You here babe?”

Opening the bathroom door, Felix eagerly greets him jumping into his arms. “You okay Cariña?” he asks, continuing to greet his eager pup. The pet name, while so simple meaning sweetheart, is something that slipped from his lips the night you met. Every time you hear it you remember that night, dancing with him, and his hand on the small of your back while he guided you around the dancefloor. You were so comfortable, so at ease with him it didn’t feel real. But he didn’t let you out of his sight that night, and eight months later he still looks at you the same way.

Heat rises in your cheeks, a small grin spreading across your lips as your eyes open to see him. “You’re cute when you blush,” Auston smiles, his soft brown eyes staring at you. Leaning down his lips brush against yours, and more of your stress begins to fades.

“I missed you,” you breathe out. Grabbing a handful of his shirt you pull him closer, your tongue swiping along his lips.

“Me too,” he chuckles, pulling back slightly. “You okay?”

“Just a long day at work,” you sigh. “You played well tonight.”

“Yeah, thanks mi amor. Is there some space left in that bathtub?” he replies, wide eyed and eager smile.

“Always,” you grin.

Pulling back he starts making work of the buttons on his dress shirt, his jacket and tie already discarded on the bed. The childish smirk on your face only gets wider watching as he pulls his shirt off, his tattoos on full display. Stepping out of his pants, he catches your gaze and can’t help but laugh.

“Do you like what you see,” his eyes slowly rake over you, purple water barely covering your slick breasts, one knee bent exposed above the water line. “You know I do.”

The heat on your cheeks is answer enough, and he just laughs in response. You never get enough of him, you could spend hours looking at him, tracing over his tattoos or curled in his arms under a large blanket.

Kicking his boxers aside, you slide forward giving him some space behind you. Water sloshes, some landing on the floor as he adjusts behind you, pulling you to sit on his thick thigh. Hand across your center, pulling you back against his chest he kisses the sweet spot of your neck.

A soft moan slips out of your lips and he grins, his mustache tickling your skin. “Talk to me babe,” he hums against your skin, growing hotter by the second. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, just stupid stuff and stupid people.”

“I could make you feel better,” his voice his heavy, laced with hunger, “if you want.”

Turning your head slightly, you press your lips to his. “Always,” you mumble against his lips, “always.”

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